Olivia's POV
Eight hours.
Eight long, choking, torturous hours since I looked Levi in the eyes and gave him a deadline.
Eight hours since I told him the words that made his wolf tremble:
"Twenty-four hours. Tell me where Lennox is… or you won't like what I do next."
And still…
Nothing.
Not a single message.
Not a single knock.
Not a single attempt to explain.
He was avoiding me, hiding in corners, shifting between rooms like a guilty coward.
He thought I was bluffing.
He thought I was emotional, overwhelmed, that the old Olivia, the one who forgave, who trusted too easily, was still here.
He thought I would cool off eventually.
Maybe cry.
Maybe calm down.
And forget.
Levi Luciano…
Should know better.
He grew up with me.
He knew the kind of person I was before all the heartbreak, before the tears, before the four years of forced silence.
He should know that when Olivia Parker says something…
She means it.
And if she is angry?
She means it twice.
